It happened in the blink of an eye, faster than anything he could have prevented. And still, he blames only himself. You, his kid, his everything… just took a bullet for him.

It was his fault for not seeing the criminal raising her gun, his fault for being to preoccupied fighting another criminal. You had stopped the bullet from hitting him, sacrificing yourself in the process.

“No..” He mutters, kneeling down next to your bleeding figure. He promised he would never let another Robin die.